eculiar light
Like the dim circlet floating 'round a pearl.
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And yet her calm sweet countenance,
Though saintly, was not sad; for she would sing
Alone ... bird-like,
Not dreaming you were near.--Her carols dropt
In flakes through that old leafy bower.

_Paracelsus._

... Such a lady, cheeks so round and lips so red,--
On her neck the small face buoyant like a bell-flower on its bed.

_Lyric._

There's a woman like a dew-drop, she's so purer than the purest;
And her noble heart's the noblest, yes, and her sure faith's the surest;
And her eyes are dark and humid, like the depth on depth of lustre
Hid i' the harebell, while her tresses, sunnier than the wild-grape cluster,
Gush in golden-tinted plenty down her neck's rose-misted marble;
Then her voice's music ... call it the well's bubbling, the bird's warble!

_A Blot on the 'Scutcheon._

How twinks thine eye, my Love,
Blue as yon star-beam.

_Ferishtah's Fancies._

That flower-like love of hers;
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She was true--she only of them all!
True to her eyes, ... those glorious eyes.
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With truth and purity go other gifts.
All gifts come clustering to that.

_The Return of the Druses._

Good as beautiful is she,
With gifts that match her goodness, no faint flaw
I' the white;--she were the pearl you think you saw.

_Daniel Bartoli._

Since beneath my roof
Housed she who made home heaven, in heaven's behoof
I went forth every day, and all day long
Worked for the world. Look, how the laborer's song
Cheers him! Thus sang my soul, at each sharp throe
Of laboring flesh and blood--"She loves me so!"

_A Forgiveness._

It is conspicuous in a woman's nature
Before its view to take a grace for granted:
Too trustful,--on her boundary, usurpature
Is swftly made;
But swftly, too, decayed,
The glory perishes by woman vaunted.

_Agamemnon._

That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers;
And the blue eye
Dear and dewy,
And that infantine fresh air of hers!
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Eyes and mouth too,
All the face composed of flowers....
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